Lily has published her first book and owns the Willow Art Gallery in Willow NY

Lily's first book is titled "ma tsam jen me,"

which translates as "that which can not be described."

See instructions at the bottom of this page for purchasing a copy of this book.
It is also available at Dharmaware at 54 Tinker Street, Woodstock, NY 12498
It includes the following 20 short poems: (Please click on a poem or scroll down.)

The Runaway and the Japanese Piano Bar

At fifteen I placed tong-clutched ice cubes into Mr. Toyota's glass.
Scotch and water allowed Japanese business men 
to speed on America's highways
without hangover's lag.
Mr Toyota thought that I looked too young
to be a hostess
at club Asuka.
But I was adept at changing subjects
and encouraged him to channel 
Elvis or Bing Crosby
for a rendition of White Christmas.
In broken English,
Sally said, "You no sing 'New York State of Mind,'
it is too difficult for me to play on piano."
I wondered what her real name was;
was Sally a translation?
Soon, I was requested by Mr. Toyota regularly.
I was a good height for him,
knew when it was time to summon Chu to remove the ashtray
and learned to sing songs in japanese.
We'd duet,
then aspire to the dance floor
as he dipped and discussed
his disdain
for raising teenagers
in the disrespectful adolescence of America.
I had hoped his children 
wouldn't turn out like me, 
or worse--
pouring drinks for white business men
who'd be far less respectful.

We Po, but We Creative

He liked my hands
--Little grasps.

Here's to the Death of the Relationship

He reached for the lighter
-she kicked it-
he fell.
He sat on 43rd street
-she kicked him-
he laughed.
He tugged on her pants
-she hit him-
he gasped.
Said it would be the last.

Stagnancy is Death

I left the squares
the concrete streets 
where I stored 
thoughts incomplete.
I left the job
the mortage, too
I left him
he left me too.
I wake up to the sounds
that are strangely round
forware moving
renewing
I turn around
Let's move around
just move around
anywhere you want to go.

Bookmark Some Space

Take out a grant
of time for you.
Give yourself that space
-set it aside-
a time for you.
Bookmark some space
-have it ready-
just in case.
The readiness is all *
so, keep it 
in your wallet-
-that side project-
could be your 
get on stage card.
We're defined by
how we chose
to divide our time.
(So, take out a grant of time for yourself.)

If Only I Wrote These Things Down

The moon rattles
like a fragment
of angry candy *
-says girl with
the Wrigley Eyes-
spearment in color.
When she's hard up
she pawns her intelligence
in exchange for drinks
-mint julep being her favorite.
Continually committing
social nuisances
-girl with the Wrigley Eyes
interrupts the tender of the bar
exclaiming, "Flowers pick themselves."
We watch her recite
her off-the-cuff drama
-agreeing that life's not a paragraph-
and death
I think
is no parenthesis. *

Art Gallery at Night

Chalk-covered floor boards 
gaze up at 
point shoe photo
in print rack
(wondering when it will sell)
"When you'r actually around,"
screamed bimbo bellini colored corset
from pink and grey canvas.
Center beam is tired of being tortured
with worm-wood nails...
"In and out, and up and down and over an inch,"
(Center beam wishes a book store would move in.)
Spotlights agree...
Dour-faced gallery sitter frowns
at owner's relentless Raga Rock music.
Easels cringe in accordance.
Sommelier oil crayons shriek
at the dusty and depressed 
Visa/Mastercard machine...
"Tell heir curator that this should be an art studio
-and an art studio only."
The dust on the machine
is indifferent...

Deteriorating Dendrites

Destitute college grads
Degrees strewn about
Barely employable
Not bankable
Denounced

Minds like loose leaf notebooks
with unravelled sleeves
Those with deteriorating dendrites
don't have to be 
on society's time
They do what they please

Magenta wonders why 
she's still serving
coffee at Starbucks.

Live Aid

-the aging rock star
who spends his
semi-retirement
hitting on his waitstaff
hoping to do some tunes
reminiscent of his early stuff

he only disappoints

-blinded by his
kept fans
you know
those that miss
the good'ol days
or those he hires.

The Director of the Little Alien Movie

Did it hurt when they fucked you?
-said famous film director
to homeless attack victim

Ignoring him 
homeless attack victim
walked along Albany Avenue
hoping to use her food stamp card
at corner deli

-Egg and cheese on a roll
with hot sauce
and a cup of coffee
brought homeless attack victim
our of her state of shock

-Carbs, protein and caffine
took homeless attack victim 
into a new emotional room

After a moment of introspection
little fammous film director
begs, "let me pay you off."
Desperate to butter me up, he says
"You're smarter than my wife."

Homeless attack victim
reunites with friends from Tibet
who say, "He's in a lot of trouble for that."

Interdependent Condition

"Blank equals pie squared,"
said twenty-two year old actress
(or, attrice)
whom finally attained
said GED

"Harder than high school in some ways, no?"
"yes."

Fatigued from her trip,
attrice snickered something
about being tired-

"you know, filming in France
and all..."

Attrice flipped through
some shots of herself
in Teen Beat
Her semi-balding, somewhat toothless,
plastic-chested porn star pal said,
"D's in high school equal the D-List
in Hollywood. Right, babe?"

Attrice goes, "Right, bitch."
(They high-five)

Attrice picks up all the tabs
(she does this for status)
he feels bad
about passing her infamous
STD problem around the Hills

Porn star knows about Attrice's
seedy past
-a cracked out mother
who had a different lover every night
-a father who claimed amnesia for
insurance claims
-and Attrice's many sordid
Tales of Hoe...

...She lost her virginity
atop of the hood of
a car
-age twelve-
in Harlem.

They seem to have an understanding...

Pornstar cleans Attrice's abode
for her indepependence,
while Attrice screws for it

Can you say, "casting couch, boys and girls?"

Movie-Star-Wife-Beater

My mother said he was so ugly and disgusting that
she wanted to throw up.
She called him, "Egglehoff"
since he had all those moles on his face.

DiSorento threatened to kill me.
I laughed,
"Why, that's a felony in these parts.
A threat to kill, that is."

DiSorento did more than just threaten
his real-life brides...

Wife #1 will be coming forward, soon.

DiSorento's associates have been paid
to not discuss the beatings.
But the wives's stomachs haven't settled.

In the meanwhile,
our Oscar-award winning cabby
has been calling his latest boyfriend,
"The Hole."
(And just a hole, he reassures me.)
Too much information.

The Black Market

In a tub of red ice
his West Virginian optimism froze-
arrested by the sight of scalpel scars
and an aching lower back
that once housed his kidneys.

Barely able to reach the phone-
911 asked him if he had health insurance.

News at the Top of the Hour

Icy Roads.
Train wrecks.
The end of an important union...
Gone from the White House...
"Blah, blah, blah," say the pretty news readers
-sorting, sighing and really looking sad.

It's time for a commercial break.

We're back.
Suddenly we're happy.
Now it's time for Mr. Food!
One million people died
in a earthquake in India-
but we'll check on that story
later in the hour.
Now it's time to make low-fat fondue...

Julie's School of Dance

We should've taken my arm off.
Age eleven didn't allow me
to make tdoomany decisions.
Didn't you know it would spread quickly!
Who cares about ballet?
Maybe I wanted to go to junior high.

At least I had a popular wake
And a business erected in my name.

Trip to the Bronx Zoo

The plan is to ditch stupid Muno and the rest of these geeks-
head to the Skyrail and smoke a J;
then we can meet up with them in the House of Reptiles,
That's what they oughta name our school, man.

Plug in your earphones... "All the time, jack/jackin around."
Hey, wanna see Robert Plant next Tuesday?
I'll give him a tall cool one.

I gave Dan a blowjob last night.
right after we left you guys at scummy
Eat Here Now.
That diner sucks. They could eat me now.

It wasn't that bad; he seemed to like it.
He seemed more worried about his PSATs.
Like everyone in his family went to Brown.

Did you hear about Alex and Nick?
I think they humped, I don't know.
We got into a fight. She says I talk too much.
I can't help it if she's a slut.

Miss Jay's a dyke, you know.
She's such a fuckin sterotype-
with her afro power and her Tie Kwan Doe carp.
When are they going to hire some real gym teachers?

Look there they are - stupid geeks in a row.
Probably don't even know we're missing.

Belinda Doesn't Have to Worry About Monetary Means Anymore

Half of all publishable art 
is ego, ego,ego.
But, at least 
it's ego for ego
and not for money.

Time of Death? "12:20 AM, New Year's Day"

I've had periodical crushes on her.
I think her big ass is kinda sexy.
But don;t let Penelope know.
Yeah. She's turned into a wack.
Always pissed off at me spending the night at Slow Moes.
If she knew I was speedballin, she'd have a cow.
But, see...I got a tolerence for heroin.

I don't have to weigh it. We're cool.
I trust you will disperse my weed with the utmost of chivalry.
I just don't want you near my phone at 4 in the AM.
Those 900# chicks cost me 10 bottles of vodka.

An I don't just mean the dime store variety.
Listen chief, I'll catch ya later.
Yeah, I'll be at the Subway Bar in a few.

Michael Jackson was Better than Lionel Richie

Tyrone wasn't going to be coming back to class.
Miss Maltash didn't want to get into it.
Olyinka said that he had a tumor in his brain.
I felt as bad for her as I did for him
Because I knew they liked each other.

Desiree had to leave the room 
'cause she was crying so much.
I feel weird 'cause the last time I talked to him
we had a fight about what record to play
for the PS116 Lower School party.

The Jealous Ones

-totally ignore them.
We are fine art and we are poetry.
We are everything beautiful in this world.

The jealous ones
-totally ignore them.
We are boundless and we are timeless
We are everything beautiful in this world.

The jealousones
-totally ignore them
We are commercial free and we are non-toxic
We are everything beautiful in this world.

The jealous ones
-totally ignore them
We are fine art and we are poetry
We are everything beautiful in this world.